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J Cue Capone - HighBridge Lyrics



J Cue Capone - HighBridge Lyrics
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Im from a city where they carry macs uh
Im from a city where they carry macs
Flipping all them quarter packs
Trying to make a bigger stack
We loving it
Treating you like sour D I'm dubbin it
Acrobatic flips when I pull the trigger you tumbling
The jungle streets
I was born and raised up in a gritty block
Baseheads on the corner with bent spoons they cooking rocks
Murder plots
F*** 911 we never calling cops
Coke residue on them stove tops
When they moving pots
This Shit a-lot
When you walk the streets and get your fitted popped
This aint a movie
Having them flashbacks from the shit that moved me
4,5,6 gun shots and I ain't talking kool g
Overdosing on crack sells
Man rest in peace to pookie
Rest in peace to all my n**** out in highbridge
They either in the graveyard others stuck in the island
You ever seen a killer that will shoot you and start smiling
Im from the bronx streets, f*** you n***** think that I'm lying
Get rich or die trying
Man that shits the motto
They'll shoot your brother and your sister and you know what follows
Son living in the ghetto makes it hard to swallow
Im on my Kevin Bacon shit I'm bout to turn to hallow
Stick up kids up in the corner trynna rob your wallet
Semi automatic by the skull cap, them n**** pop it
And if you aint part of the streets, I guarantee that you should sit back
Stay away from the gang fights n**** will pull the clip back
Buck 50 cross the face you got chin strap
They stab you in the back now you walk around with a fins back
This aint a movie
Aint nobody gave me a script
Ive been curving n**** from day one my life written in script
Im liquifying you bitches bout to drown you in sinks
Im saying bye bye this aint no N-sync
F*** do you think
Im digging all the ditches
All of these youngins part of statistics
And numerals
Locking them down up in these cubicles
A ritual
Something that happens up in these ghetto streets
Never a peace
Fakes are reflecting just like a bezel piece
Remembering, aint part of the streets then you should sit back
Stay away from the gang fights n**** will pull the clip back
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Im from a city where they carry macs uh
Im from a city where they carry macs
Flipping all them quarter packs
Trying to make a bigger stack
We loving it
Treating you like sour D I'm dubbin it
Acrobatic flips when I pull the trigger you tumbling
The jungle streets
I was born and raised up in a gritty block
Baseheads on the corner with bent spoons they cooking rocks
Murder plots
F*** 911 we never calling cops
Coke residue on them stove tops
When they moving pots
This Shit a-lot
When you walk the streets and get your fitted popped
This aint a movie
Having them flashbacks from the shit that moved me
4,5,6 gun shots and I ain't talking kool g
Overdosing on crack sells
Man rest in peace to pookie
Rest in peace to all my n**** out in highbridge
They either in the graveyard others stuck in the island
You ever seen a killer that will shoot you and start smiling
Im from the bronx streets, f*** you n***** think that I'm lying
Get rich or die trying
Man that shits the motto
They'll shoot your brother and your sister and you know what follows
Son living in the ghetto makes it hard to swallow
Im on my Kevin Bacon shit I'm bout to turn to hallow
Stick up kids up in the corner trynna rob your wallet
Semi automatic by the skull cap, them n**** pop it
And if you aint part of the streets, I guarantee that you should sit back
Stay away from the gang fights n**** will pull the clip back
Buck 50 cross the face you got chin strap
They stab you in the back now you walk around with a fins back
This aint a movie
Aint nobody gave me a script
Ive been curving n**** from day one my life written in script
Im liquifying you bitches bout to drown you in sinks
Im saying bye bye this aint no N-sync
F*** do you think
Im digging all the ditches
All of these youngins part of statistics
And numerals
Locking them down up in these cubicles
A ritual
Something that happens up in these ghetto streets
Never a peace
Fakes are reflecting just like a bezel piece
Remembering, aint part of the streets then you should sit back
Stay away from the gang fights n**** will pull the clip back
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Writer: Jose Ponce
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Performed By: J Cue Capone
Length: 2:41
Written by: Jose Ponce

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